I woke up a few weeks ago with a knot in my stomach. My anxiety was so heavy that I couldn’t hold food down for several hours. To settle my nerves, I nibbled on bite-sized pieces of bread and drank sips of Gatorade. All morning, I sat in my living room with my Bible open on my lap and asked God to help me push past fear.
“Lord, we need a breakthrough.” Someone I loved was in a heap of trouble, and there was not a thing I could do to change it. All I could do was pray.
So with a heavy heart, I cried out to God and asked Him to do what I could not. I asked Him to interrupt my loved one and turn her around.
I needed a miracle.
I asked the Creator who spoke this vast universe into existence to say a word of life and peace over my family.
I looked to my Savior to fight for me and with me. My Jesus who conquered the ravages of sin and death must once again rescue a lost soul from the gates of hell.
I groaned as the tears fell and asked the Holy Spirit to help.
Do it again, Jesus. Do it again.
Lord, I want to believe You can do the impossible.
This morning as I type these words I am still persevering in prayer. I will go down fighting on my knees. I will bend down and believe God is faithful and true.
I will never give up. God gets the last word, and He is not finished yet.
Friend, God is going to do even greater things. He always gets the glory. If you are reading this and struggling to believe, I want to encourage you to bend down and believe. Lift up your heart to Him and ask Him to help your unbelief.
He is still Healer.
He is still Lord of all.
He can speak but a word, and you will witness His wonder.
On days when I am struggling to believe, I will often open up my Bible to the gospels and read about how Jesus helped the lame to walk and the blind to see. He called out demons, and He cleansed lepers. This is the same Jesus whose resurrection power lives in me. Death could not hold Him. Nothing can stop Him.
This morning, I turned to Mark 9 and read about the man who brought his mute son to Jesus. I picture this father carrying his boy with the foaming mouth to the Savior. I see his tiny frame twitching uncontrollably as his father stands there holding his body up as an offering. His father pleads for Jesus to have a heart and help his precious child who had endured uncontrollable convulsions day after day. This weighed down man holds up his son and says, “ If you can do anything, do it.”
Jesus’ response captured my attention: “If? There are no ‘ifs’ among believers. Anything can happen.” (Mark 9:23, MSG)